Of course there were the girls, Miss Tyler, and Ruth Clinton—Phil's sister,—and Miss Mabel Harrison, who attended Fairview. I will introduce them more particularly in due season.
"Say, how can you fellows stand that?" asked Dan, after a pause, during which they had all done much thinking.
"Stand what?" asked Tom, starting out of a day dream, in which thoughts over the loss of the chair and the loss of Kerr on the football team were mingled.
"That clock. It gives me the fidgets," and Kindlings grabbing a book, made as if to throw it at the timepiece.
With a quick motion, Phil stopped him, and the volume fell harmlessly to the floor.
"It doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath," went on the football captain. "Always seems to want you to hurry-up."
"I wish it would make Sid hurry-up some mornings, when the chapel bell rings," remarked Tom. "The frowsy old misogynist—the troglodyte—lies abed until the last minute. It would take more than that clock to get him up."
"Slanderer!" crooned Sid, unconcernedly, from the depths of the sofa.
"No, but seriously," went on Dan. "I can't see how you stand it. It gives me the fidgets. It seems to say 'hurry-up—hurry-up—hurry-up—no-
